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Dear Readers
We are sourcing what we can from the Library’s holdings and have added 1940-1941, 1943-1950 in the last 24 hours.
https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/titles/id/staffordshire-sentinel
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OK, I was a student in the 80s in Manchester and ended up living in Hulme.. low rent (no rent as it turned out, nobody cared, nobody came). My first Hulme experience was, to me at the time, like the Bridge scene in 'Apocalypse Now'. There were a few of us living in digs in Old Trafford. After herbalising a few one evening , we headed off to meet up with a mate. At 'The Eagle' ffs. I used to get well paranoid on herbs if they were heavy numbers and these were heavy that evening. None of us had ever been into Hulme and we were all stoned and basically soft punk students in leather jackets. We got a bus from Old Trafford that used to go through the Crescents and wandered about in this Stalinist Orwellian nightmare of a place, on a dark freezing winters night, increasingly paranoid of the shadows. It was quite intimidating on first experience, particularly at night. Anyway, we found the Eagle (like a large Dulux tin made into a pub if I recall) and staggered in. It only got worse.By this time we were completely trashed. The people in the Pub were like inmates from an insane asylum. I'd love to be able to re-live that night. First of all, the mad irish pool playing dwarf ex- boxer who kept coming up to me whilst I was trying to vanish into the wall. Smacking his fist into his palm and shouting 'FAIR PLAY, FOUL PLAY' at me whilst staring at me with mad red chicken eyes. What was all that about? The unbelievable heavy metal rasta guy tripping off his head, dancing in the middle of the pub to a tune in his own head with a chair and the arse completely ripped out of his jeans. I was glad to get out and onto a bus. It must have had an effect cos I moved into Epping Walk within a year. Never went back to the Eagle though, I reckon I had some post Traumatic herbal disorder that evening. Anyway, 226 Epping Walk: Neighbours included the mad but nice woman with the cats and Dave Smith, Alison, Trevor and Heather. Do forgive me Dave and Heather. A shop downstairs for the tabs and beers kept shopping travels to a minimum. An occasional wander down to the Reno or the Church (or Daves) to purchase some herbs on occasion. Weekly Shopping in Moss Side Center with the highly surreal Zulu guy in full dress wandering around. Trying to live on 24 quid a week. It wasn't quite as bad as people think It was dead handy for town and the windows were brilliant.. they opened two ways (top and side hung) so you could open up the whole wall in summer. You could rig the meter with a bit of film and enjoy inexpensive heating. There was some real interesting people living around the place. There were some top pubs and clubs and Rusholme curries within cycling distance. Getting laid with some gorgeous women there. Shame I was too young to realise.. Having a beer in the Chequered Flag one evening and realising the mugger who had tried to do me on the stairs (I threw him down one flight) was in there with a sore head. It was that kind of place... Drinking in The Sally (Salutation) with John Dillon as Landlord. Playing pool in the Sally. Playing pool in the Chequered Flag (interesting pub that one.. I remember one guy at the bar one night with a scrappy bloody bandage round his head.. he had just had half his ear bitten off but had come back in to finish his beer )Getting burgled all the fekkin time, even when there was nothing left to nick.The crime was a real problem there and the cops didn't give a fig. It was on it's way to outlaw land when I was there. I can only imagine all the villains moved out when it got real bad. Being flat broke two days before the dole came. No food apart from 1 bag of rice. Can't believe I lived like that now. Freezing in winter, Leaking curtain wall panels Swaying in the wind, Hoover with three feet of flex. Kinda hampered cleaning.Anyway, one day in 86 me Da turns up and gives me a bollocking for wasting my life. So I packed up and left. I have since worked in Kent, London, The Caribbean and Saudi (my current place), but nowhere on earth has remotely been anything like the experience that Hulme was in the 80s